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“You’re sure Anatoly was with her?”

Raoul nods. “He walked Viviana inside. He put his phone number as an emergency contact.”

He sat in my office, alone, and said nothing. I told him how much I trusted him. He promised me he would take care of Viviana and Dante.

But he didn’t tell me.

“I don’t know what is going on, but if Anatoly didn’t tell you, I’m sure he has a good reason,” Raoul offers.

It’s not like Raoul to try to persuade me—usually, that’s Anatoly’s job—but Raoul wants this to be a misunderstanding as much as I do.

“What reason can you come up with?” I ask.

Raoul looks away and I have my answer. There is no reason. Not a good one, anyway.

Viviana and Anatoly are hiding something from me. And I’m going to find out why.

46

MIKHAIL

I have the entire drive across the city to think about what I’m going to say to Viviana and Anatoly, but the moment I see her waiting for me in the kitchen, my mind goes blank except for one word.

Mine.

“Hey there.” She smiles, a question in the pinch of her brows. A question she doesn’t have time to ask before I’ve sliced my way across the kitchen and thrown her on the countertop.

Her smile falters. “What are you?—”

I crush my mouth to hers. She yelps in surprise, but the sound is lost in our kiss. I swirl my tongue into her mouth like I’m searching for an explanation there. Like I’ll find the answers I want at the back of her throat.

She whimpers and strokes her fingers gently through my hair the way someone might try to soothe a wild stallion. Not her worst choice, but there’s no soothing me right now.

I hook my fingers under the band of her jeans. She barely has time to raise her hips before I’m shucking them off her legs and onto the floor.

Her eyes go wide. “Mikhail, the house isn’t empty.”

I pull her shirt over her head and toss it over my shoulder.

I know exactly who's here. I texted Anatoly on my drive home to keep Dante busy and then stand by. I’m not sure what it means that he followed my orders. Is he watching us now?

I rip her panties with one sharp tug and work my middle finger into her. She’s wet and my cock twitches when she tightens around my finger. I stroke into her and her lips part on an exhale. Her eyes flutter closed.

Not everything is a lie, then. This is real.

She hugs herself to me, her breath heavy and warm against my neck. “S-someone could see us.”

I pull back and look into her eyes. The green is nearly eaten away by black desire. “I want to fuck a baby into you.”

This is her chance. Her opportunity to confess everything. I’m offering Viviana a second chance I wouldn’t give to anyone else. Tell me the truth.

But Viviana scrapes her nails through my hair and nods. “Please, Mikhail.”

Fine. So the truth wasn’t in her mouth; maybe it’s in her pussy.

I free my aching cock and drive every inch of myself into her.

She is mine. It’s a bone-deep echo that vibrates under my skin. Every inch of this woman belongs to me. The way her back bows as I fill her. The way her mouth falls open in a silent scream. Everything from her head to her curled toes to the way she squeezes my cock from the inside belongs to me.

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